Desperate Lifeline

I sidestep and start to hurry to the gate, but he doesn’t allow it and holds my wrist.

I stop and stare at him.

“You can’t just leave; you need to give me some cash, rich girl,” he smiles, licking his lips.

I eye the gate where Clint is parked, but I remain calm. If I scream, will Clint hear me? Hopefully, someone will. If he tries anything, I’ll scream very loudly.

“I’ll give it,” I say, reaching